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THE INTERNATIONAL STATUTE OF TRANSPARENCY

"On this day, the thirteenth of June of the year two thousand and thirty four, in the spirit of honesty, safety and the equality of all mankind, the magical population and the non-magical population will no longer remain hidden from one another, but will be unified as one. Rather than withholding from one another, we today take a step toward a better future, as the union of two such extraordinary cultures and resources promises a betterment in quality of life for all. This statute applies to every living being that is capable of thinking and reasoning for itself. Either Discrimination or Deceptiveness in respect to the statute are both considered the highest form of noncompliance in all countries involved, and are punishable as treason. Every world leader, both magical and non-magical, have signed this statute in agreement that Transparency between the respective communities of the world is the best path toward knowledge and peace."
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Camille Kiruki

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Jul 26 2016, 10:31 PM
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essie was home. It still felt odd to Camille to say that, but she had realized during the few months Jessie had been at school already that Camille missed her bubbly presence that made her house into a home. The whole place felt warmer, happier, and more comfortable than it had before. And once Jessie had gone from that, Camille had noticed its absence like she hadn't before Jessie had come. She truly enjoyed being Jessie's legal guardian, and despite her continued reservations about her performance, she was glad Jessie had chosen her for it. So, in return, Camille wanted this Christmas to be amazing, as it would be their first Christmas as a semi-family.<p>

Camille was a little nervous about what she'd had planned. Jessie had been home for a few days already, bringing with her happiness and joy that filled the entirety of the place she was in. Smiling, Camille finished making the Americanized breakfast she'd begun, placing french toast, eggs, and bacon onto both of their plates before carrying them out of the kitchen and setting them on the table for when Jessie woke up. She'd probably be up soon.<p>

Having planned a fun day, Camille had wanted to leave by 11 o'clock, hoping to beat much of the traffic to her surprise for Jessie. She'd had a whole day planned, starting out by heading to a fun, outdoors activity on Prince Albert Road, having lunch while they walked through the outside activity, followed up with something relaxing and cleansing, and ending with a gift exchange at home by the tree the two of them had set up two days prior. There was already one wrapped gift underneath, the other to be picked up after they finished the relaxing activity and maybe some ice cream. She hoped it was a good day for Jessie. She deserved a happy Christmas after the few she must have had with her family after her magic presented itself.<p>

Taking her seat at the table, Camille opened her book and began to read while eating. When Jessie finally made her way down the stairs to the dining room, Camille smiled over at her, marked her place in her novel, and set it aside. <b>"Good morning. How did you sleep?"</b>

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t was time for another monthly meeting of the board. The board's political purpose, literal purpose, was to provide monetary backing and generate ideas for use of those funds to benefit the department. It's actual purpose was to provide the board members with a place to have a contest to one up each other, who could donate more money, who could donate more time, who had the best idea. She liked the board, because they provided her office with an almost obscene amount of money and they hardly ever had to ask for the Ministry for anything. She had to love bickering, old money pureblood families always trying to one up each other. The children really benefited from it. How could she say <p>

Today was also the day when Elia would attend her first board meeting as a member of the Child Services Board.The meeting would be about twenty minutes after Elia arrived, giving them just enough time to discuss the inner workings of the board. Camille was waiting for Elia to arrive in her office, so she was finishing up another report. As soon as she finished, she threw the report behind her onto the "Finished" stack and took a drink of her coffee.<p>

Once Elia arrived, Camille stood up, put her cup of coffee back down on her desk, and smiled widely, holding her hand out for a handshake. Camille always began any interaction in her office with a handshake, any business meeting, that is. If it was merely an advocate coming to complain or ask her advice, she would usually gesture to a chair and sit up straighter. If it was a child, she had whoever escorted them into her office have the child sit in a chair and she would smile at them and let them know her name and let them know that she was going to ask them a few questions and they only had to answer honestly. She made sure the child knew everything was confidential and no one would ever hear their answers but her. <p>

<b>"Are you ready to enter the cutthroat world of Board politics?"</b> Camille asked Elia once they were seated again. <b>"I can tell you a little bit about each of the board members before the meeting so you know what to expect, if you'd like?"</b>

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t the end of the year, department heads had to collect and submit completed reports from the entire year. Camille would still be working on them into February, but hoped to be completed with the paper copy by the end of January. Yes, it was a lofty goal, but she believed she could do it. She'd gotten a head start on the report by beginning in early November, so it should be easy. However, the Minister met with every department head at the end of the year to go over the major points of each department's reports. Often, it was a meeting to go over potential goals for each department in the new year and what they had accomplished the year prior.<p>

Camille packed up her bag and slung the strap over her shoulder. She picked up her coffee mug her sisters had gotten her and left her office, shutting the door behind her and pulling out her wand to tap once on the door knob, effectively locking her office. There wasn't much in there besides her desk, a few chairs, her fireplace, some books, and her massive stacks of reports that lay all over the floor of her office. Each stack had a purpose. This stack was completed and reentered already, this stack was old reports that were not needed, these reports were necessary for future years and completed already, these reports would be needed next year but where not complete, these reports had not even been touched yet, and the last reports were ones she hadn't even had time to approve because they were from November, which had just finished. Just when she finished a stack, a new one popped up in its place.<p>

She stopped at her office secretary's desk to receive any messages she'd gotten for Camille in the last few hours, read through them quickly, answered appropriately, and reminded her secretary of where she would be for the next hour and a half of her life that she could be spending on reports. She understood the Minister's desire to have a face-to-face meeting with the department heads, but she wished she could have sent him all the information in a quick, few page report he could flip through.<p>

Once she arrived on level one of the Ministry, the floor with the Minister of Magic and Support Staff offices, she sat in a chair across the Junior Assistant's desk, the waiting chairs, and took a sip of coffee, crossing her legs to wait on the Minister. It would probably take a few minutes. The Minister wasn't good with staying on time, so she had a good five minutes before it was time for her meeting. She glanced up and tried to place why the Junior Assistant looked familiar until she realized it was Mordred's daughter, Morgana. She took another sip of coffee and said softly in the quiet air, <b>"Hello, Morgana. Has your day been well, so far?"</b><p>

Camille hoped Morgana's day hadn't been too terrible. Camille had an interesting sort-of work acquaintance relationship with Morgana's father, mostly, Camille bothered Mordred during his afternoon coffee breaks. It was great fun. But she'd heard Morgana was harder to talk to, which would be surprising as Mordred was already difficult to get a conversation flowing. But Camille was patient and she understood that sometimes, people don't want to talk to you, so if Morgana didn't reply, Camille wouldn't push her for a reply. That doesn't mean Camille won't talk, because she probably would carry the conversation herself, but Morgana was under no obligation to reply.

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arly Saturday mornings were the best time to accomplish her gardening shopping. Especially before the sun reached halfway in the sky, casting Knockturn Alley into shade. Noon was probably the safest time to be in Knockturn Alley, but Camille wasn't afraid. She'd already been hit with a Cruciatis curse two days prior, so Knockturn Alley was unlikely to hit her with one of those, so she figured she was probably pretty safe.<p>

She walked like a woman on a mission, entering a small side shop that sold specialty and rare garden seeds, such as the specific flower seed Camille was after today. Amaryllis belladonna flower seeds. Camille was going to grow them in a pot in her house until the spring when she could transplant them to her garden outside. But, because of their poisonous properties, Diagon Alley shops did not carry them, as they could be used in Dark Arts spells and potions. <p>

The story of Amaryllis goes like this. One day, a beautiful nymph named Amaryllis fell in love with an ice-hearted farmer. To win his love, he said she needed to bring him a flower that had never existed before. She asked the Oracle of Delphi what to do, and the Oracle told her to stab an arrow in her heart while on his doorstep. So she did, and she stayed on his doorstep for thirty nights wearing white, the blood dripping down. She died and from the blood around her heart grew a light pink flower, whom the farmer named Amaryllis after her. An interesting story. Who could love someone so much and not be loved in return and find it a good idea to kill themselves so the other person loves them? Camille thought that was slightly manipulative, no, a lot manipulative, and an unfulfilling ending to the story. She just found the flowers pretty.<p>

Camille was just leaving the shop when she bumped into someone and stumbled back into the now closed door of the flower shop. Rubbing her nose, she looked up at who she'd bumped into and saw it was Mordred. Yes! She was still trying to get him to smile, so maybe today would be her lucky day. She'd found her elusive Amaryllis belladonna seeds, after all. <p>

<b>"Mordred! I don't think I've ever seen you outside of the Ministry! Having a pleasant weekend morning?"</b> She asked him, once she'd bent to retrieve her seeds and place them into her purse.

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amille was standing in her office, organizing her desk when one of her advocates burst through the door, explaining to her a situation that had come up. A pureblood parent was preparing a blood ritual for their child to bind their magic and make them a squib, punishment for playing with a house elf. Not only was this process painful on a child who had not yet developed a steady magical core, it was 100% illegal. She would need an auror for this. <p>

Immediately grabbing her wand off her desk, slipping it up her sleeve, and dashing off to the Auror department. Once she arrived, she grabbed the first auror she saw, a young man, probably nineteen or twenty years of age, probably a new trainee. It didn't matter. All she needed was the semblance of auror authority; she could physically handle this on her own. She just needed to be able to say she had had auror backup with her. <b>"Emergency. I need an auror. Let's go."</b> She barely waited for him to grab his wand before hauling him out of his seat and off to the pureblood home in Covent Garden. There wasn't time for any other means of transportation, so she thanked whoever had decided the Auror office needed to be able to apparate out quickly and had made it so the Auror office was able to be quickly disapparated out of. Similar to her personal office, the Auror office was able to disapparate out, but no one could apparate into the office without qualifying credentials (being an auror or a department head). Before waiting for the other person, the auror, she held tightly to his arm and did a side-along apparition.<p>

Barging through the door, blowing it off its hinges with a loudly shouted <i>Reducto!</i>, Camille stormed into the home and threw out her hand, not necessarily casting a spell, simply throwing out a lot of power to knock the adult parent off his feet. She walked over, picked up the four year old boy, held him in her arms protectively, and said to the man, for he truly was not a parent if he had tried this, <b>"By order of the Department of Magical Child Services, I am taking this child from you. He will be placed into protective custody with a family who will care for him properly. If you have any complains, please take them up with the Head of the Department. Goodbye."</b> She did not mention that she <i>was</i> the head of the department, before walking out and grabbing the aurors arm again and holding tight to the child. She apparated to her office and sat the auror in a chair before explaining to the child what would happen.<p>

After she had handed the poor child over to an advocate for placement, she sighed and placed a hand on her forehead and another on her hip. She never understood the lengths some parents would go to punish their child. It was despicable. She had never known quite how diabolical some magical parents could be and it baffled her each time she discovered a new low. Of course, the abuse was not limited to just magical parents, as she'd had multiple muggleborns who were abused as well and needed to be taken into custody, but more often than not, calls were just concerned adults and she could send one of the advocates, supervisors, or coordinators to do a house evaluation before a child was removed. The rare cases where a child was in immediate danger, she took care of personally. She had authority the rest did not and she always knew the Minister for Magic would back her up, as they had done many times before.<p>

She turned around as she collapsed into her desk chair and noticed the auror sitting in her office, everything from the past hour flooding back into her mind. <b>"Oh! Um. Sorry about that, let me make it up to you. I'll buy you a burger. Come on."</b> Before waiting for his answer, she grabbed his arm and side-along apparated again, landing this time in the alley beside an Honest Burgers restaurant. She walked inside and sat down, expecting him to follow her inside and ordered two cheeseburgers, fries, and two cokes and sat down at a table to await the food.

<font size: 9px>@Jett | 725 words | 12 October, 2035<br>Don't make it as long, I'll never keep up</size>


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